Lynn couldn't be bothered to pay him any more attention.
After learning the basic situation, he lost his appetite.
He stood up, the mask reappeared on his face, and his six eyes lit up.
"Now, take me to see how much of my assets are left."
The first stop is the captain's cabin.
The safe containing 500 million Throne Gelt remained intact.
After all, in that chaotic melee just now, the Drukhari wanted survivors and suffering, the Chaos Cultist wanted souls and corruption, the Genestealer wanted control, and the Tyranids wanted biomass...
Nobody was interested in these metal coins.
Lynn opened the safe, looked inside at the Throne Gelt that resembled a small mountain of gold, and nodded in satisfaction.
This is a considerable sum of money; in the Imperium of Man, money still holds considerable influence in many situations.
I just don't know if Brevis is still using Throne Gelt.
Then came the inventory of the armed forces, and the results were as expected.
The Astra Militarum company was almost completely wiped out in the Drukhari boarding and subsequent melee.
Kerry's private guard was well-equipped, but their fighting spirit and experience were far inferior to those of the Astra Militarum.
They suffered heavy casualties in the defensive battles on the bridge and upper decks.
A rough estimate suggests that there are probably fewer than twenty survivors, and most of them are injured.
As for the more than 800 crew members, their situation was equally dire.
Excluding those who were killed, captured, or went missing in the chaos.
Most of the rest scattered in panic, hiding in various corners of the ship.
Despite the relentless pursuit by the Rena Swarm, they ultimately managed to gather fewer than two hundred people.
This was even after Lynn deliberately controlled the Rena Swarm to prevent them from eating people.
Most of them have suffered mental breakdowns or have been injured to varying degrees.
What Lynn regretted most was the three thousand servants hidden in the cargo hold.
These should have been important "resources".
But when Lynn arrived at the main cargo hold, he was met with a horrific scene.
Limbs and torsos were everywhere; the scene was extremely gruesome.
At least half of the servants were killed or kidnapped by Black Bean Sprouts.
Lynn knew without even thinking about the fate of the servants who fell into Black Bean Sprouts's hands.
That would be a long, unimaginable torment, lasting until their suffering and lives reached their limit.
"These pointy-eared monstrous Xenos should have been wiped out by S long ago..." Lynn cursed under his breath.
Although he wasn't exactly a saint, he was quite sympathetic to the Drukhari, who took pleasure in torture.
I still feel a physiological aversion to the act of treating the suffering of others as art.
Not all of the remaining servants were unharmed.
Warp energy pollution is pervasive and pervasive.
During the Chaos Ritual, when the demons walked on the Song Offering.
The leaked Warp energy radiated throughout the entire lower and part of the middle layers.
Some of these servants had their bodies and souls exposed to contamination.
Lynn instructed Rena to conduct Psychic Power surveys on the remaining thousand-plus servants.
The result was far from ideal.
There were approximately three hundred people whose bodies showed obvious signs of decay.
Tiny scales or tentacles grow on the skin, joints become twisted and deformed, and the face becomes ferocious or ecstatic.
They are beyond saving; their souls and bodies have been defiled by the Warp.
They'll just turn into a bunch of Chaos zombies or something even worse.
There are also about five hundred people whose appearances have not changed significantly, but whose souls have been twisted and tainted with the colors of Chaos.
These people may still be "usable" for the time being, but they are no longer stable and could "explode" at any moment.
There are fewer than seven hundred truly "clean" servants who are safe to use.
Lynn watched as the faces of those suffering gradually contorted in agony, and remained silent for a few seconds.
With a casual wave of the hand, another group of people suffering in the world is relieved.
Kerry, who had been following Lynn the whole time, was trembling.
He finally couldn't hold back any longer, mustered his courage, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Lord Titus, they're still alive! There might still be hope! How could they just...!"
He stopped mid-sentence.
He saw Lynn turn his head, and Lynn, who wasn't wearing a mask, stared at him with his own eyes.
There was no murderous intent or anger in his purple eyes, only a cold indifference mixed with a hint of "regret".
Lynn did not answer immediately; he slowly walked up to Kerry.
The shadow cast by the towering armored body once again completely enveloped Kerry.
" Kerry." Lynn's voice was eerily calm.
"Sometimes, what we call 'kindness' is itself the cruelest form of torture."
He pointed to a male servant lying on the ground, half of whose face was covered with fine blue scales.
His lips were twitching unnaturally, as if he were having a nightmare from which he could never wake up.
"Keep an eye on him," Lynn said.
His body is undergoing irreversible alienation, and his soul is being dragged into the abyss of the Warp.
Wake him up; he won't thank you.
He would only scream, go crazy, and then attack anything living in his line of sight, or...
He will kneel down and pray to you, asking you to bestow more blessings upon him.
Then you'll become like him, a monster that has completely lost its mind.
"Let him live? His nightmares will only become more and more terrifying, and his pain will only deepen."
Until his soul was completely shattered, becoming a plaything of the devil or a part of Chaos.
Lynn's compound eyes shifted slightly as he looked at Kerry:
Tell me, which choice would be considered 'merciful'?
Kerry opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.
Looking at the servants struggling silently and in great pain, he felt a surge of indescribable emotions.
"For them," Lynn said finally.
"The most merciful approach is to give a swift and decisive end."
This is the last respect for their remaining humanity, and the best way to stop the pollution from spreading.
After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Kerry and turned to leave the cargo hold.
Lynn's words, like a sharp knife, dissected Kerry's naive and cowardly illusions.
This universe is far darker and crueler than he imagined.
The inventory continues.
Finally, they arrived at the lower cargo hold, where Ogryn was being held.
The situation here was better than Lynn had expected.
Of the more than fifty Ogryn, only five died.
Judging from the wounds, he was probably burned to death or torn apart by magical flames during a battle with the Necrontyr and the Chaos Cultist.
The remaining forty-eight Ogryn, though all injured, were in good spirits.
When Lynn arrived, they were sitting together, sharing the large amount of synthetic food that Lynn had sent over earlier.
They ate with great relish, making loud chewing sounds and satisfied humming noises.
To Lynn's surprise, no signs of Warp contamination were detected on these Ogryn.
But upon further reflection, Lynn felt relieved.
Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, the god of change, trickery and magic.
His corruption often occurred through the allure of knowledge, the manipulation of fate, and the vulnerabilities of his mind.
Ogryn, on the other hand, has a simple and straightforward brain structure, and his thinking is as pure as a blank sheet of paper, completely devoid of complex ideas.
You want to entice an Ogryn with profound knowledge?
That's like showing a silent action movie to a blind person and expecting them to actually feel it.
You expect Tzeentch to corrupt Ogryn? That's probably more difficult than getting a fly to understand calculus.